She is not crying,
Just her stiff upper lip is humming the saddest song in the era.
She is not crying,
Just her trembling hand is scribbling the unspoken thought.
She is not crying,
Just her sore eyes are staring at the unfinished poem.
She is not crying,
Just her heart lingers with the unfavourable destiny.
Just she is not crying.
a black mirror to read then to write 